Page 67 of Love Me, I Dare You

“I have an idea. I’ll be right back. Billie, get all the girls together. We’re going to need to get this party started.”

Heading over to the band currently playing some slow, old ambient country song that’s just not working, I tap the lead singer on the shoulder.

“Hey Louie?” I ask when she turns my way. “Mind playing that one song that went viral on TikTok? You know, the one about the guy who’s washed up and drunk in Austin? The singer even had this viral dance everyone recreated?”

Louie nods her head with a bright smile on her lips and I all but skip back to the girls, bringing them in for a small huddle. “I have a plan, but I need my girls.”

Billie claps enthusiastically, way too excited without knowing the extent of my plan. “You already know I’m up for anything, B.”

I nod. “Okay, so we need everyone. Brynn, Raven, Alexis, Penny, I need you girls to join in too.”

Raven’s smile reaches her eyes, excitement brimming inside them. “Of course, but what is it we’re doing?”

“Just trust me, okay? Follow my lead, but most of all, enjoy yourselves.”

Walking over to Nash, I stand right before him, forcing him to straighten his back when Jase’s eyes dart in our direction. “Hey there, cowboy,” I say, giving him a sexy little wink. Reaching for the cowboy hat on Jase’s head, one he definitely should not be wearing, I place it on Nash’s head, tugging it downso he’s forced to meet my gaze head on. The smile he gives me as his hand finds my lower back to steady us, makes my knees weak and I nearly buckle forward as a pang of arousal shoots between my legs. The world fades away, leaving just the two of us connected by the invisible tension.

“Breathe,” I whisper to myself, and I know Nash hears me but I don’t shy away embarrassed. Instead I rise on my tip toes, so that my lips are a mere inch from his throat. “Mind giving me a boost?”

Nash clears his throat as confusion covers his features but when I motion to the bar with a slight tilt of my head, he understands and snakes his arm around me, his hands falling on my waist. Gripping me tight, he lifts me into his arms and sets me down on the bar counter.

I hear Jase give a groan of disapproval, but we both ignore him, Nash’s gaze fixated on my legs as I round the bar top and stand right in front of him. My knees are at level with his chin and I know if he were to lean forward slightly and look up, he’d be staring directly at the red lace thong coated in my arousal.

The girls follow my lead, all going over to the three guys who guard the bar like they’re fucking security until we’re all up on the bar. The moment Nash is about to interject and surely ask us what the fuck we’re doing, the music starts and Billie squeals in excitement.

“Oh my God, Bailey. You’re a fucking genius,” she shrieks. “This is my Coyote Ugly dream finally becoming a reality.”

In a matter of seconds, everyone in the bar is on their feet and headed our way. Game on cowboy.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Nash

There she is. My girl is up on the bar top, swaying her hips to the rhythm of the music like she’s a fucking professional. Only she’s not mine, yet the way her ass looks in the tight leather mini skirt makes me want to reach out and drag her off the counter, so no one else can enjoy the view.

To avoid reaching out for her and dragging her off the bar, especially since Jase is standing right beside me, I keep my hands fisted at my sides.

I sense his intense glare on me and notice the tick in his jaw in my peripheral vision, but it’s the skeptical way his eyes flick back and forth in question that makes me refrain from touching her. It’s obvious Bailey’s trying to elicit my reaction as she seductively dances and holds my gaze, while my jaw clenches so tight in hopes I don’t give away exactly what watching her is doing to me. I can’t show Jase how this is affecting me, not when I’m not even sure what it means.

Bailey and I haven’t spoken about what happened the other night. Not about how she rocked my entire fucking world while she was on her knees for me, taking my cock in her pretty littlemouth like she was born to do it. I’d never experienced anything like her warm, wet mouth on me, her soft hands jerking me off as she took me back far enough to make her gag. I couldn’t resist taking control and, with a hand wrapped in her hair, I drove into her mouth like it was the last thing I’d ever do. I came hard, my cum dripping from her mouth, but she swallowed it all, licking her lips clean of me. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen and I know she was so fucking turned on from it, I could practically smell her arousal in the air.

If I’d only reached down between her legs, sliding my fingers through her folds I know were dripping for me, but I didn’t reciprocate the pleasure. I wanted her perfect round and plump tits in my hands, her taut, pebbled peaks in my mouth, but I didn't get the chance to get her off before she was back with the same indifferent attitude.

Bailey refused to meet my gaze unless it was in challenge, swearing it wouldn’t happen again. I’d heard it all before, but now, since I apparently like to make my life a living hell, we’re somehow both just as sexually frustrated and ready to combust from the lack of contact instead of indulging in having each other so close.

At first it seemed fun, especially because I’d stolen the little toy I’d found in her drawer, so I knew she wasn’t getting herself off the way she usually would. However, after nearly two weeks of this back and forth, I’m done playing fucking games. I’m about ready to admit I want the woman if it means I get to have her once again on her knees for me. Better yet, this time it’s going to be me dropping to the ground to worship her.

My cock is throbbing like never before, the need nearly making my vision blur as I watch her with her friends, dancing like it’s their fucking job. I try my best to ignore that my little sister is also dancing beside her for everyone to see, but it’s easyto do when my eyes are glued to Bailey. I’ll let Monty worry about Monroe.

The rest of the bar is immediately on their feet dancing, in utter awe of the women who’ve made sure this event is a success.

I’ll admit when I first heard them talking about some dating event they wanted to host, I never imagined it would be anything like what this has become. They went all out, decorating, preparing the drink and food menu, and advertising the mixer on social media. They even posted flyers around town to bring in any tourists which frequent our town during this time of the year. What started off as a somewhat awkward night is now a full-blown party.

I only dragged my ass down here because I knew Bailey would be here and there’s no fucking way I’m letting some asshole think he can hit on her. Call it jealousy, but I’m annoyed at the prospect of Bailey having any intention of dating anyone, though I don’t think she’d be interested in something so public that would get the rumor mill going.

Not wanting to be alone, I dragged Monty and Jase with me, neither one of them at all interested in the prospect of dating, regardless they came.

The music abruptly changes from the sexy, choreographed dance to a crowd singalong of a song I enjoy, but I won't be taking part in. Penny, Lexie and Raven climb down from the bar, and move around behind it, lining up a row of shot glasses they fill with tequila.

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